Wednesday, October 03, 2007


So back to this journal subject thing and Mr Stromme. I was just out in the garage having a cigarette and I was thinking about that. He didn't give subjects/questions like "What did you do last night" or "What did you do on your summer vacation", he gave odd things like "Today's subject is 'a blue ball'". A what? A blue ball? What the heck are you suppose to write about a blue ball?

Now mind you, I don't have any of these journals, so I don't exactly remember if that was one of the subjects or not, it's just an example that I came up with.

Mr Stromme - if you ever read this. Try the blue ball subject. It could make for some interesting reading.

So you take some words like
a blue ball and he left you sitting there with the most blank look on your face trying to be creative and come up with something that even came close to making sense or even came close to the subject he gave you. I think I blame him for my strange thinking. See, I think strange things. Random things that either nobody else thinks of or I am the only one that admits that I think these things. One day, in the shower, I started thinking. I mean, seriously, what else can you do while standing there waiting for the 60 second lapse time for the conditioner to properly work? I don't have one of those removable-put-where-you-want showerheads, so I have to just stand there thinking. So I'm standing there with conditioner in my hair and I wonder - if someone broke into my house right at that very moment and went all Psycho movie on me and killed me in the shower ..... would the funeral director rinse out the conditioner in my hair?

Deep thoughts, people, I tell ya. And it all starts with a blue ball.

Creative Writing Class

Remember back in high school in Creative Writing/Composition Class, whatever you want to call or did call it or do call it, the teacher had those writing journals that they insisted you have? I loved mine and wish I would have kept them all.

I took every writing class high school had to offer and I must say that in the 15+ years that I've been out of school I haven't taken the time to keep up on my writing skills. So if you are already bored with this blog, that's my excuse.


The journals. Each day our teacher... *here she goes again, off subject* Mr Stromme. He was the best teacher. Even invited him to my wedding, but that's a different story. He was funny, creative, loved him. He could talk, write and I think even possibly could do both at the same time.


Teacher. Journals. Yes, that's where I was at. Subject of the day. They picked the subject for you to write about each day. I loved that. Give me a subject and I can talk about it. But, see, that's whats weird about this whole blog thing for me... nobody is telling me what to write, so often times I sit here staring at the blank box wondering what I want to write about, what would someone like to read. I mean seriously, who really wants to sit and read about my days of laundry, letting the dog out, cleaning up cat puke and running my demons to and from activities?

Tonight it's choir at 6:00, Confirmation at 6:30. Two different demons, two different times, same place basically.

Is that really what people want to read? Is it really?

I don't know. Someone should give me a blog entry so I don't have to ramble so much.

To end... with a picture. Not mine, either. Just a picture of a tiger and a bear. Meow.

Meow meow big kitty cat

It's a baby puma! I always wanted a big cat. In fact, when I was a teenager I said I wanted to die in the jaws of a big cat. How stupid of an idea was that? I no longer wish my death to be the meal of my beloved feline friends, but I also don't want to own one anymore. I hate the thought of owning one, although what joy it would bring to wake up with big cougar eyes staring at you or tiger breath in your face! Nope, as much as that would be a dream, I wish to leave all my large friends where they belong - in the wild. Who gives me the right to cage one up? I cannot give them the amount of acres that they would need to hunt for their own food, find their own mate and raise their own cubs. And a fenced in area of no matter how much acerage couldn't give them that anyway. They need to be free... free to do as they please, when they please without humans always getting in the way.
I love to watch them at zoos, but it saddens me like you wouldn't believe. To watch a tiger lay in it's enclosure.. looking up at it's watchers. Amazing, right? Not really - what is he thinking? What is he feeling? If he was really wild he would run at the sight of a human, either that or charge them. We take them, cage them, put them on display for what? Education? Entertainment? It's so sad.
And then the public outcry when a zoo animal attacks. Common sense, people. Think about it. At some point enough is enough - even for a
dumb animal.


I always thought the idea of a blog was sort of silly, but I started one anyway. Out of bordem actually. But I really am sort of liking this.